Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungleGet murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumbleThe corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminalswho don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stareat the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break Northbefore we get the four pounders, and take their face offThe streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothersThe D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock usAnd killer coppers, even come through in helicoptersI drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock forthe fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runnersThinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap emand leave em done, won't even run about GodsI don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwardsNas is a rebel of the street cornerPullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X]

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fellaMoet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dwellerwho's always on the corner, rollin up blessedWhen I dress, it's never nuttin less than GuessCold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned backLove committin sins and my friends sell crackThis nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongueThe school drop-out, never liked the shit from day onecause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stuntsSo I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad bluntsThe brutalizer, crew de-sizer, acceleratorThe type of nigga who be pissin in your elevatorSomehow the rap game reminds me of the crack gameUsed to sport Bally's and Cazal's's with black framesNow I'm into fat chains, sex and TecsFly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!! [repeat 3X]

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's aboutBefore the BDP conflict with MC ShanAround the time when Shante dissed the Real RoxxaneI used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the blockEvery day's a different plan that had us runnin from copsIf it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spotsWe was at the candy factory, breakin the locksNowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man**** a yard God, let me see a hundred grandCould use a gun Son, but **** bein the wanted manbut if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of SamThen call the crew to get live toowith Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blowMike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profitMy shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop itIt's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugsNuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

[Intro - Gladys Knight]Hey you know everybody's talking about the "good old days"Everybody! The good old daysWell, let's talk about the good old days

[Raekwon the Chef]Know what I'm saying?Take you on this lyrical high real quick1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?Let's get technical; where's your bone at?Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!

[Verse 1]Started off on the island, AKA ShaolinNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialinBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape nowRae gotta get a plate nowIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the oneTill I got (Bam bam!) thrown oneYeah, my pops was a fiend since 16Shooting that "that's that shit!" in his blood streamThat's the life of a grimey, real-life crimeyAnd niggas know that habits behind meDay one, yo, growing all up in the ghettoNow I'm a weed fiend, jetting the PalmettoIn Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy cloutPushing the big joint from down SouthSo if you're filthy stacked upBetter watch your back and duckCause these fiends, they got it cracked upNow my man from up north, now he got the lawIt's solid as a rock and crazy saltNo jokes, I'm not playing, get his folksDesert Eagle his dick and put em in a yokeAnd to know for sure, I got reck and rip shopI pointed a gat at his mother's knot(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! )**** that!

[Hook]

[Raekwon] Dedicated to the winners and the losers[Ghostface] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)[Raekwon] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's[Ghostface] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)[Raekwon] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's[Ghostface] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!

[Verse 2 - Ghostface Killa]Kicking the fly clichesDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my dayThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knotsRunning up in spots and making shit hotI'd rather flip shows instead of thoseHanging on my living room wall:My first joint - and it went gold!I want to lamp, I want to be in the shadePlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all nightI want to have me a phat yachtAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess cropsBut for now it's just a big dreamCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seenMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintainCause times is changed and life is strangeThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing badYo, mad lives is up for grabsBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakesReceiving all types of calls from upstateYo, I can't cope with the pressureSettling for lesserThe God left lessons on my dresserSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way toContinue to make hits with Rae and ASunshine plays a major part in the daytimePeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9

The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote: Stink, stank, stunk.

The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."